the poops at the top of the poop common roster the dangers of fat-bergs discussed in their cloister where poops holy lean on the tall lean flat bean that told them the time and of stories of jesus when they appeared (fat-bergs) the fear was too many poops would panic and…

nepalese scribes haven’t ears, feet, or eyes, and couldn’t if placed on a plate (one) describe, but thinking real hard, through logic (compartment) have put into boxes, worked in the margins and assembled a list of poop (what it is) — the four poop conjectures, and carved them on plinths that…

a poop on its own isn’t thinking on roses, it’s trying to get to the sea for disposal — racking its mind with machines and devices to help on its journey from flushing to rising as existences go, it’s quick (not that slow), but frantic — the one thing a poop…

mosely and musa were sporting fried news, the creeps at the kennel were ready to rule them top level A most DANGEROUS draining — the fastest poop shooters in all of LA the days are long past if plumbing of last of twenty six occupations you’d have — at twenty three…

harther had come to conclusions, to sums that wombats aren’t born natural flyers, but dumb, and don’t hare reflexes, they can’t work with levers, and don’t know what’s up, down, or PARACHUTE LEFT is they’re squat (too) for seats, eucalyptus (they) eat which is poison and flammable close-quarters heaped, they don’t move…

wombats alone have square padded toes, tan if you need to attach special holders, wombats are mum if you ask them to grunt, spell, write, or speak the directions to london while they can’t fly a plane, IN THEIR MIND, on a dog, on a tractor, with grapes, with a tie…

wombat was wild in the gun-turret, timed to the bomber that sped through the deep purple night — he thought for a moment, before it exploded, how empty the earth is above it when floating wombat was ace at shooting up planes, but he hadn’t got words for road, camel, cake (and…

millicent might not have chose the right type to pursue as a hobby chasing down nights, the last group of folk who’d dead caught to — DON’T EVER WHO DONE IT, DON’T DO IT WITH GHOSTS authors, it seems, a blood lust, im greed, won’t knowingly (sales figures) kill the conceit…

3. if you bring muffins, scones, steve (or), be sure there’s enough for the pirates beneath who haven’t beed fed for fullness but red — and books of the book club immaculate kept (are) six years she plodded dark halls (in) talking in circles the character of character — authors —…